# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
d2 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
d3 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
d4 | Assembled in our school once more | | | | | | | |
d5 | Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way To guide untutored youth | | | | | | | |
d6 | Behold the sun adorns the sky | | | | | | | |
d7 | Bread of heaven, on thee I [we] feed | | | | | | | |
d8 | Children once were heard to sing | | | | | | | |
d9 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d10 | Come, Holy Spirit, calm my [each] mind | | | | | | | |
d11 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
d12 | Come, Jesus, lift our souls to thee | | | | | | | |
d13 | Come, let us join with one [in sweet] accord | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come, saith [said] [says] Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
d15 | Come, thou soul transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
d16 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d17 | Gird thy sword on, [O] mighty Savior | | | | | | | |
d18 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
d19 | Gracious Spirit, Love divine | | | | | | | |
d20 | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
d21 | Great Maker of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
d22 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
d23 | Hear, Lord, the song [voice] of praise and prayer | | | | | | | |
d24 | How happy they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
d25 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d26 | I love to have the Sabbath come, for then I rise | | | | | | | |
d27 | I set the Lord before my face | | | | | | | |
d28 | Jehovah reigns his throne is high | | | | | | | |
d29 | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
d30 | Jerusalem, my happy home, how do I sigh for thee | | | | | | | |
d31 | Jesus, see a little child | | | | | | | |
d32 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d33 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
d34 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
d35 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d36 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
d37 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
d38 | Mighty God, thy name adoring | | | | | | | |
d39 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d40 | Now is the day of grace | | | | | | | |
d41 | O brightly, brightly glows the dawn | | | | | | | |
d42 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
d43 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d44 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d45 | Our Father hears when sinners pray | | | | | | | |
d46 | Our youthful hearts with [for] temperance burn | | | | | | | |
d47 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
d48 | See, the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
d49 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d50 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
d51 | The mellow eve is gliding, serenely down the west | | | | | | | |
d52 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d53 | The Sabbath bell how sweet to me | | | | | | | |
d54 | The Sunday school is ope to you | | | | | | | |
d55 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
d56 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d57 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d58 | Thou, Holy Spirit, art Of truth the promised seal | | | | | | | |
d59 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
d60 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
d61 | Thus far we're spared again to meet | | | | | | | |
d62 | 'Tis God the spirit leads | | | | | | | |
d63 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d64 | To him from whom our blessings flow | | | | | | | |
d65 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d66 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d67 | What are these [those] soul reviving strains | | | | | | | |
d68 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d69 | Whither but to thee, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d70 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
d71 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | | | | | | | |
d72 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |